“Beau! Fuck! Not yet!”
Knowing exactly what Ethan was trying to tell him, Beau stopped suddenly, squeezing Ethan’s ass with his hands as he made his way to his feet once again. Once he was fully upright, Beau grabbed the bar of soap and proceeded to wash them both, wanting to get out of the shower because there was so much more he wanted to do, but the water and the hard tiled floor wasn’t conducive to what he had in mind.
When Ethan grinned back at him, he had to wonder whether the guy could read minds.
If that was the case, then Ethan should be fully aware that tonight was going to last a long, long time.
Chapter Twenty Four
Ethan didn’t rush Beau, didn’t beg, didn’t plead – although he wanted to. He was absolutely enraptured by the man. Everything he did seemed to be with the utmost care and attention, not to mention curiosity. Beau worked his body into a frenzy unlike anything he’d ever known, and Ethan knew that in itself should’ve scared him, but for some reason he felt safe with Beau. He could’ve told Beau that having him there right at that moment was all he needed. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.
Hell, he could barely speak as it was.
Watching Beau, noting his tentative movements, the way he studied him was fucking hot as hell. Knowing he was the first man Beau had ever been with in this capacity was thrilling and wondrous, and he wasn’t just referring to the sex. The intimacy was what Ethan had noted. The closeness he felt with Beau brought out his possessive instincts, making him want to hide Beau away for the rest of their days and ensure that he was the only man who would ever get this close to him.
It scared him senseless, but the emotional sensations were almost stronger than the physical ones, and it was more than he could handle. He forced the thoughts away because it was too much for him to contemplate what that actually meant.
When Beau shut off the water, grabbing one of the towels from the cabinet before returning to dry him off, he thought he might just slide into a puddle on the tiled floor right along with the remaining water.
“Tonight, it’s my turn,” Beau reminded him, cupping his face as he stared back at him.
Ethan nodded, unsure what to say. He was putty in Beau’s hands, something that had never happened to him before.
Once they were back in the bedroom, Ethan allowed Beau to lead him to the bed. This time there was no brief, although very satisfying, detour. It was a straight shot and Ethan followed, trying not to run.
“On the bed,” Beau instructed and a full body shiver wracked Ethan, making his scalp tingle. The bold yet gentle sound of Beau’s voice made his dick hum with anticipation.
It took Ethan a moment to get his legs to fully cooperate, but once he did, he managed to situate himself in the center of the bed, propping himself up on pillows as he grinned back at Beau. The man was sex personified, and the astonishing part, he had absolutely no idea. Every move he made was grace laced with power, barely restrained energy that made his entire body flex and strain so beautifully.
Sexy as fuck.
Beau returned his smile before climbing up on the bed between his legs and instantly lowering his mouth to Ethan’s cock and damn near blowing his mind with the warmth that engulfed him. His hands once again gripped Beau’s tousled blond hair, holding him tight in an effort to hang on.
“Feels so good,” he said on a groan, wanting to ensure he told Beau everything he was feeling. He could see the hesitancy in his dark brown gaze, could feel the tentative touch of his hands. Beau knew what he wanted to do, but Ethan got the impression he was unsure of himself.
Beau’s body tensed ever so slightly and then he was once again sucking Ethan’s cock into the furnace of his mouth. Hard then soft, soft then hard, over and over until Ethan was ready to explode. He held off for as long as he could, intently focused on Beau’s ministrations until he couldn’t take anymore. “Stop. God, stop! I don’t want to come yet.”
Beau jerked up, staring back at him, and Ethan had to smile. “Whatever you want,” Ethan said softly, calming himself with deep breaths. “Do it. Just don’t make me come yet. I need to feel your touch, your mouth, your hands. All over me. All night.”
Beau kneeled once again, sliding his hands down the inside of Ethan’s thighs and his body caught fire, flames licking at his balls from the gentle caress of Beau’s callused fingers against his skin. “Anything?”
“Yes, fuck, anything.” Ethan’s back tightened as Beau pushed his legs open slightly.
“Turn over.”
Ethan stared back at Beau for a moment but then rolled over onto his stomach, his head buried in the pillow.